she will move him with her mystique

sweet smile, **** scene

eyes that beckon a nearby need

will have him walking soon,

moving with a certain rhythm

a desire to taste her situation

he can’t call it anything else

until perhaps she offers him more,

yet, he waits, trepidation

he needs to let her make the choice,

he won’t find himself in a coveted posture

if haste breaks their eye contact.

Intense now her gaze rules his mind,

that has quickly shut off except to feel his unraveling

passion’s gasp for more, a need,

to walk inside her world

her vacancy she needs to have a …

new notion to perhaps caress her state of mind.

Always cautious

he can’t really ever decide

whether she wants him,

or simply would like to play him,

until she’s suddenly bored,

outside the lair,

he stands hopeful,

yet anticipates a certain …

confusion.